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... Sorrow is knowledge : they who know the most Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth , The Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life . Philosophy and science , and the springs Of wonder , and the wisdom of the world ,
... Sorrow is knowledge : they who know the most Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth , The Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life . Philosophy and science , and the springs Of wonder , and the wisdom of the world ,
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... sorrow , or beats quick with pain , Or joy that ends in agony or faintness— In all the days of past and future , for In life there is no present , we can number How few - how less than few - wherein the soul Forbears to pant for death ...
... sorrow , or beats quick with pain , Or joy that ends in agony or faintness— In all the days of past and future , for In life there is no present , we can number How few - how less than few - wherein the soul Forbears to pant for death ...
Sida 38
... they should cherish ; But nothing can vanquish The touch that they die from . Sorrow and anguish , And evil and dread , Envelope a nation— The blest are the dead , Who see not the sight Of their own desolation.— This 38 ACT II . MANFRED .
... they should cherish ; But nothing can vanquish The touch that they die from . Sorrow and anguish , And evil and dread , Envelope a nation— The blest are the dead , Who see not the sight Of their own desolation.— This 38 ACT II . MANFRED .
Sida 85
... Sorrow lean her drooping head , And feed deep thought with many a dream , And lingering pause and lightly tread ; Fond wretch ! as if her step disturb'd the dead ! 3 . Away ; we know that tears are vain , That death nor heeds nor hears ...
... Sorrow lean her drooping head , And feed deep thought with many a dream , And lingering pause and lightly tread ; Fond wretch ! as if her step disturb'd the dead ! 3 . Away ; we know that tears are vain , That death nor heeds nor hears ...
Sida 86
... For it hath been by sorrow nurst , And ached in sleepless silence long ; And now ' tis doom'd to know the worst , And break at once - or yield to song . I SAW THEE WEEP . 1 . I SAW thee 86 HEBREW MELODIES . My soul is dark •
... For it hath been by sorrow nurst , And ached in sleepless silence long ; And now ' tis doom'd to know the worst , And break at once - or yield to song . I SAW THEE WEEP . 1 . I SAW thee 86 HEBREW MELODIES . My soul is dark •
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The works of ... lord Byron, Volym 5 George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1818 |
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ABBOT Abydos ALBEMARLE STREET Alfaqui Alhama Alhambra answer'd art thou ASTARTE Athens Ay de mi beautiful behold beneath blood bosom breast breath bright CHAMOIS charm clay clouds cold dare dark dead death deem'd deep didst dost doth dread dream dwell earth eyes feel gaze glory Granada grave grief hand hath hear heaven hour immortal King light live lonely look MANFRED MANUEL Mariamne mind monarch mortal mountain mourn ne'er never Newstead Abbey night once pain pang pass'd Pausanias Pindus SCENE shine sigh silent sleep smile song Sorrow soul Sparta spirit star sunbow's sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou canst thou hast thou wert thought throne thyself torture tremble Twas twere twill voice wandering wave weep WITCH wither'd words youth ἀγαπῶ Ζώη ΜΑΝ Аввот
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Sida 211 - Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted — ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between; — But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Sida 102 - But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail: And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Sida 103 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
Sida 76 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Sida 210 - THERE be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee ; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me...
Sida 244 - To live within himself; she was his life, The ocean to the river of his thoughts, Which terminated all: upon a tone, A touch of hers, his blood would ebb and flow, And his cheek change tempestuously— his heart Unknowing of its cause of agony.
Sida 27 - It is not noon — the sunbow's rays ' still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven, And roll the sheeted silver's waving column O'er the crag's headlong perpendicular, And fling its lines of foaming light along, And to and fro, like the pale courser's tail, The Giant steed, to be bestrode by Death, As told in the Apocalypse.
Sida 166 - I will not ask where thou liest low, Nor gaze upon the spot; There flowers or weeds at will may grow, So I behold them not: It is enough for me to prove That what I loved, and long must love, Like common earth can rot; To me there needs no stone to tell, Tis nothing that I loved so well.
Sida 243 - Not by the sport of nature, but of man: These two, a maiden and a youth, were there Gazing — the one on all that was beneath Fair as herself — but the boy gazed on her; And both were young, and one was beautiful; And both were young, yet not alike in youth. As the sweet moon...
Sida 205 - BRIGHT be the place of thy soul ! No lovelier spirit than thine E'er burst from its mortal control, In the orbs of the blessed to shine. On earth thou wert all but divine, As thy soul shall immortally be ; And our sorrow may cease to repine, When we know that thy God is with thee.